Aideen stood outside the small wooden house, her trembling hands clutched together in front of her stomach, her bleak yellow and green eyes fixed firmly on the landscape before her.
After she had managed to successfully move the avalanche down from the Dragon Mountain and return to the village, the princess did not rest for even a moment, her frantic mind lost in the whirlwind of dangerously anxious thoughts, and her heart––a desperate bird, hitting its bleeding chest against her ribcage.
Sir Noah finally emerged from behind the house's door, holding a large steaming cup of herbal tea and a warm woven blanket. Wrapping the blanket around her shoulders, he carefully placed the cup between her palms, and said in a worried tone,
